To wish to be well is a part of becoming well...
I am a woman in her 50's (well into, actually) who lost her way along the path to good eating. I've raised a family, participated in pot lucks, read and used all the basic cookbooks (my Joy of Cooking is stained and dog eared) and considered myself once a semi-gourmet. Yes, I once turned the pages of Julia Child's cookbook long before that wonderful movie. My kitchen hummed and good things to smell and to eat came from it. Fresh breads and muffins, tart pies, bubbling casseroles and everything chocolate. Flash forward...I work, I grab, I stuff. The faster the food, the better. I not only lost my love of cooking, I began to loathe my kitchen. If a kitchen could gather dust, mine did. Eating became as empty as the foods I ate...filled with calories but no satisfaction. And so I ate more. And more. Too tired to diet. Too stressed to challenge myself. And, really, wondered what would be the point. Each day I got through was a success in any form. And then...
